"Forcing Desire" Shit, I thought as I wandered the streets. I didn't have a dime to my name and I needed the cash just to get me through the week or I'd be starving by payday. My crappy job kept me employed but it didn't do nothin' after that. I'd live, I knew that, I wasn't used to scraping by like this, not after having such a killer job before. But, you know: the layoffs hit as soon as the "dot coms" started failing and I was the new kid on the block and got axed before I even had 12 months behind me! The unemployment check was more than 10 days away and I was moonlighting at a local bar serving drinks until I got the next check. I was making too much money to collect unemployment but screw them! I needed the money more than the government needed it! After all, this is democracy, right? LOL! Well, I thought I'd make it on the little crumbs in tips I was given but it was running short and the rent was due last week. Now, I'm walking in the dark, no place to go, nothing to do, and looking at getting evicted after holding down a job clearing $80 grand 30 days ago! Shit! I knew what I was doing even before I got in the neighborhood: I was casing places again. I had left my criminal past (petty theft, nothing bigtime) behind me when I got the call for the programming position but all that seems like ancient history now. Now I'm walking in someone else's neighborhood and looking at cars, trying to judge which ones belonged to the people with the best stuff behind unlocked doors. I had never done a burglary before but it looked like the time to start was now. Oh well, what the fuck. All I need is a few bucks and a bit of luck to get me back on my feet again. A Lexus caught my eye right away. This one looked loaded so I tried the door and luck smacked me in the head when the alarm started blaring like a banshee. Thank goodness for all the false alarms on these damned things! I was walking slowly away from the car when the owner turned the alarm off by remote control, never even looking outside to see if it was a real problem. Idiot. But that little thrill pretty much got me unwilling to try another car. There's no way to tell if they have alarms or not. Maybe I'd try for the brass ring; maybe there's a window open somewhere with a "come and get me" sign over the jewelry box or somethin'. I was worth a try. This time, I spotted a better bet than before: a pretty home, nice sedan outside, well-kept lawn and shrubbery. With the weather warmer than usual, there had to be a window open to allow the cooler nighttime air inside. And there's always some fool who'll leave the window open when they're not at home. Looked like people were in this house, tho. With the car outside, even with no lights inside, I was not going to risk a bold entry, even if I saw one. And wouldn't you know? There was one! The side window was indeed open and there wasn't even a screen over the sash frame! I looked around a bit and didn't see anyone checking me out so I wandered slowly towards the house, trying to appear as though I was going home or planning to ring the bell. At the last moment before I hit the stairs, I turned off and slipped quietly along the side of the house and towards the promising window. There was nothing but moonlight to see with so I had to be careful not to step on anything that would make noise but I managed. When I got there, I was totally stoked: the room behind it was mostly visible through an open, frilly curtain and it showed a bedroom with all the earmarks of a female's room. As soon as my eyes adjusted to the light, I was surprised to see that this was the gold mine I was hoping for. There was a tree with what looked like pearls hanging from it, a box next to it (surely with rings and more stuff), a "boom box" stereo on a shelf with dozens of CD's on it, and a jar with all sorts of change in it - none of it looking like pennies. This was just what I needed! I checked out the 'hood again and didn't see anyone, not even lights from most of the houses. So I leaned into the open window and looked a bit closer. Under it was a bear rug - nothing to get in the way after I slid through the window. It was too dark to see everywhere in the room but this opportunity looked too damned good to pass on so I boosted myself up and into the open window, then into the room. My silence committing my first break-and-enter shocked even me! This may be something I need to think about in the future but, for now, I needed to get some cashable stuff and get it fenced before tomorrow afternoon. I was all the way to the dresser with the pearls when I heard the quietest snore. I stopped in my tracks and almost deafened myself with my own heartbeat. In the darkest part of the room was a bed with someone in it! I didn't know if it was one person or two but I was just about to get the hell outta there where the person in the bed moved and the covers slid back a bit. It was right then that I knew I was really in trouble. The sheets fell away from a topless sleeping woman. She was beautiful: looked a little over 5', maybe 120 or 130 lbs, and great looking long, brown hair. But her breasts! Damn, I was feeling a throbbing sensation in my pants long before I realized why. Those breasts were perfect. Just plain fuckin perfect! About 32 or 34 was my guess but full and firm, even while she was on her back. I couldn't even guess what her age may have been but I knew she was something I wouldn't kick outta bed, not in this lifetime! Her legs were parted slightly beneath the rest of the sheet so I was overwhelmed with curiosity about what lay between them. I was certain it was something mighty sweet! Her waist was small and she had curves in all the right places. Before I knew it I was walking towards her. This was madness; I knew that. But I felt compelled to get closer, just close enough to smell her hair. And her hair was my undoing. I just barely got close enough to feel it against the skin on my cheek when her eyes fluttered open. Even in the moonlight I could see the instant fear in those beautiful green orbs. She opened her mouth and was just about to scream when I realized I was going to spend a long time in some cell for this and I didn't get the jewelry either! In less than a second, I was pissed and I slammed my hand over her mouth, stifling the scream before its birth. "Shut up", I whispered. "I won't hurt you as long as you just stay quiet as a mouse. You understand?" She nodded a 'yes' and I relaxed a bit. "You know, I was just in here to get some hawking stuff and I didn't see you. But when you flaunted off those tits, well, I just needed a closer look, baby!" She started to squirm and I quickly lay on top of her, the sheet and the massive hardness in my jeans between us. I pushed one of her legs away from mine and they both opened like a slut in heat. Did she want to get it? She looked a scared as a trapped mouse but she wasn't struggling a bit and I was getting confused signals here. Look, I've never raped a girl and I wasn't into that. But, hey, if she wants to get it, I'll be glad to give it to her, give it to her hard. I wanted it now and I was looking for a way to get it so I said, "I'll just take the jewels and cash but you need to stay quiet, OK?" I almost grinned as I slowly released her mouth and she lay there immobile under me. And I didn't even know I was gonna do it before I did but I did it anyway: I started to climb off her and slid a knee up between her legs as I got up. When it hit her crotch, she gasped, her eyes got wider and she uttered a small squeak. I brought my hand back down fast and lay down on her again, this time with my full weight. "Bad girl! I told you not to make any noise, didn't I?" And with that, I pulled the sheet from between us with my other hand as I lifted my body just enough to let it slide by. And then I got to see the rest of the bitch: Fuckin A! Hell, Fuckin A+! She was wearing a small pair of light-coloured panties with a bit of lace at the top. But the part that pushed me over the edge was the wetness at the bottom of them, where I had pushed my knee. It wasn't a runny mess like she'd pissed herself; it was a full soaking like she was so excited she was going to burst. I looked up into her eyes and she sighed before closing them. "Oh. It's like that, isn't it? You know you want it. You fuckin need it, don't you?" I still had my hand over her mouth so I couldn't tell what she was saying even if I wanted to. I didn't. This bitch wanted to be fucked as much as I now wanted to fuck her. I didn't give a shit about the money I needed right then. Right then I wanted to slam some cock up this pussy that was wet just for me! I ran my free hand down her side and between her legs, lifting myself just enough to get access to her twat. And there, my hand got soaked with that unique wetness from a woman. There is no way to mistake it when a woman wants it; her pussy tells you loud and clear. Now I could even smell her arousal and when I looked into her eyes again, I saw she was crying. "Aww, come on, baby. There's nothing to be ashamed of. Everybody needs to get laid now and then. And it looks like your time is now, doesn't it?" I said with a small smile. Only then did she move to stop me. A bucking of her hips, a sharp jerk of her arms and she almost got free. Almost. I had to move quickly but it wasn't too hard to hold her, not with my weight so much greater than hers. I didn't even need to remove the hand nestled firmly up between her legs; I let it gently kneed her entire pussy area, gathering more and more of that sweet stickiness. "Look, babe", I said as compassionately as possible. (I couldn't believe 'compassion' was a word vaguely applicable in this situation but I was still trying to fool myself into believing I wasn't really a rapist - not yet, at least). "There's nothing you can do to stop me and I know what I want. So, it just might make it a little easier on you if you just relax and take it. All women take it. It's just the way they're made, honey. The only difference between what you're gonna get now and what you get other times is the fact that you're getting it from me and you don't wanna give it to me. So, technically, it doesn't matter if you're wet as a fuckin waterfall. I'm raping you no matter what. You ain't a whore for having a body that works, you know!" The look of horror just grew on her face and as I finished my little 'pep talk', she returned to the futile struggle to free herself. Working at it with renewed purpose, she tried to kick, bite, punch and head-butt me. All were useless for her but great for me. No matter how little I thought of myself as a guy who'd fuck a girl even if she didn't want it, I was still massively turned on by her struggling under me. My cock was viciously hard and just begging for relief! Still, I hesitated and the weirdest thing happened: nothing. Her struggles stopped abruptly and she looked into my dark blue eyes with her tear-clouded green ones. We stared at each other for a full 2 minutes or so - neither of us moving a muscle. Then she closed her eyes, turned her head to the side, and completely relaxed. Thinking it was a ploy to get me to relax as well, I remained alert and primed to do "the deed" as soon as I felt the need to start. Then the second weirdest thing happened: she looked back into my eyes while biting the bottom left side of her lip and actually arced her back slightly towards mine. At the same time, the wetness between her legs became a very hot wetness and I could feel her pussy barely undulating under my cupped hand. I had her firmly trapped now (A hand holding both of her wrists together while my fingers were intertwined in her long hair meant that she couldn't move any of them without causing herself some serious pain). I pulled my hand from her pussy and lay down on her completely, rubbing the swollen head of my cock against her pussy's lips through my jeans. And her struggling started immediately. I thought I had it figured now: she knew what the act entailed and instinctively tried to fight it, prevent it from beginning. And, like before, the movements she made just spurred me on all the more. With my free hand, I opened my belt, unzipped my jeans, and pulled them away to free my straining prick. Now, bringing my weight back down on her brought my bare cockhead into direct contact with her dripping pussy and it nearly drove me wild with passion. I almost slammed into her right then but I restrained and surprised even myself to say, "What's your name, baby?" "Fuck you!" was the bitter response I got and she tried to kick my balls again. Forcing her legs a bit wider apart, the desire to pound into her was almost overpowering. Still I refrained. And, once again, she stopped fighting the inevitable and looked deeply into me eyes. Then the "missing piece" hit me: never once had she said 'no' or 'don't' or anything much at all! What the fuck was that all about? Putting some guesses together, I asked her name again and got the same response. "OK", I said, "I can wait as long as you can so let me know when you want to tell me your name." This brought a large frown to her face and she almost seemed to be pleading with me. Then, there was the return of her arced back, this time, presenting a tantalizing rub of her inner pussy lips across the head of my cock. I gasped in surprise but remained motionless and silent. "Desiree". Desiree! Wow, did her name fit her perfectly! She was everything I had ever imagined a "Desiree" to be. I don't know. Maybe there was something I just barely missed grasping a long, long time ago. Anyway, I loved her name and I loved the body attached to it a hell of a lot right now, that's for sure. "Thanks you for telling me, Desiree. I wanted to know who I was raping before I start to fuck you." I said it with a wry smile and didn't mean it to be scary or intimidating. And she didn't seem scared anymore, anyway. She just didn't want to get raped in her own bed, in her own home right now. I was getting closer to the realization she was going to get exactly that, anyway. Desiree closed her eyes again and started to struggle for her virtue, knowing she was going to lose it tonight no matter what she wanted. This time I didn't even begin to start fucking her and she stopped immediately, looking at me with that weird pleading look again. Talk about mixed signals! What was she saying with her body that she refused to say with her mouth? The look of puzzlement must have shown on my face because, when Desiree arched towards me this time, it was with purpose: her breasts pressed up against my chest; her legs opened much wider; her face tilted upwards and her cunt slid the entire length of my hard-on, leaving me almost was wet as she was. Then the bells went off. "You don't want to fuck, do you? You want to be raped! You don't want to give me shit but you're willing to accept the fact that I can and will take it from you, right?" Silence. But Desiree was panting visibly and, with her face flushed enough to see in the tender moonlight; she frowned again, squirming her entire body against mine. I ripped open my shirt, wanting to feel her ridged nipples against my bare skin. I kicked away the last of the sheets and blankets from around us. I pried off both shoes using opposite feet and slithered completely out of my pants. Desiree struggled mildly, just barely enough effort to keep me working at holding her down, just barely enough effort not to get free or prevent me from getting ready to fuck her. None of this was lost on me and I was getting far too excited to care about become a "gentleman rapist" anymore. All I wanted now was to rape this little bitch as long and as hard as I possibly could. "I'm going to fuck the shit outta you, Desiree." I said that with true venom, wanting her to hear the intensity of my threat and know it was as serious as it sounded. And now she struggled mightily, using all her meager assets to fend off the rape. She voiced wordless accusations that did nothing but spur me on. I brought the head of my wooden cock up to the top of her pussy and rubbed it all the way down to her ass, leaving a thick trail of her excitement all along her inner thighs. I tightened my grip on her hands and covered her mouth again as I brought my cock up and away from her, positioning it for the thrust that would turn me into a felon and her into a cum-filled victim. And I froze. I just couldn't do it. I wanted it. Fuck, I wanted it in the worst way! But I wasn't a fuckin rapist! What the hell was I doing? I loosened my grips on her mouth and hands and was stunned to hear her speak again: "Please." I was sure I know what that meant. I have no clue what that meant. "Please." Talk about mixed signals? This was an entire universe of mixed signals! But I waited for more, hoping it would come. The look of pain on Desiree's face was heartbreaking agony. "Please. I..." (crying now) "I... can't... let you..." Her voice was lost in sudden heavy sobbing. If I had just looked at her right then, I would have probably released her immediately and held her like a child. But I was still feeling her pushed as hard against me as she could manage. I finally let go of the logic and the urges and hissed at her: "You haven't gotten anything to cry about yet, cunt. But you will now". And with that, I pushed forward with a fury I didn't know I could muster. Desiree's wetness saved her from being ripped open like a sun-ripened peach and saved me from probably tearing a layer of my cock's skin off as well. I went into her completely, nothing slowing my momentum until I felt her cervix slam into the brick-like head of my prick. We both gasped loudly, staring into each other's eyes. The shock of the molten heat within her was mind numbing. And the pain culminated by my violent penetration into her most tender womanhood had to have stunned her badly. Time froze while we grasped the magnitude of the rape beginning. But I was first to recover and, now completely through with my "kinder and gentler rapist" episode, I pulled back from her and rammed my cock home again, trying to do it even harder this time. Desiree went ballistic. There was no holding back now. She was in full defense mode and working every muscle to stop me from continuing. But, like I said before, she didn't have a chance and we both knew it. At first, I lay down with all my weight on her and fucked her hard and fast. The sounds of our bodies slapping against each other was much louder than the grunts involuntarily issuing from me and the groans crushed out of Desiree. Enraptured by the absolute beauty of seeing her exquisite body being fucked without mercy: her breasts flailing wildly with nipples hard as marbles; her facial expression of pure torment changing with each new thrust; the sweat forming at her hairline and along her upper cheeks. All of it spurred me on. With so much pent up passion, I was sure I'd cum in her within seconds, minutes at the most. But there was nothing pushing all the right buttons for that; all I wanted was to feel that tight, wet passage my cock was forcing open with a regularity of clockwork. Desiree didn't seem to change much overall: she didn't struggle any more or less, nor did she seem to lose her constant flow of lubricating juices. Being brutally raped didn't appear to make her feel any less fuckable but she wasn't about to concede to getting it without a fight, either. Tiring, I slowed the rhythm of my thrusts to a slow but violently hard pace. The smacking sounds of our groins meeting viciously became something of a mantra, almost inviting the addition of animalistic sounds. Indeed, I was an animal then - no hint of lovemaking to be found in the primal fucking I was administering Desiree. Just primitive motions: one giving vehemently; the other taking unwillingly. Still with no hint of the release I so wanted so desperately to gush into Desiree's cunt, I was exhausted. I pulled back from Desiree's pinned body and rested my weight on my elbows, looking down at the girl I had raped. Covered with sweat, I didn't have a single thrust left in me but I felt a satisfaction I was ashamed of. This was good and I wanted it more than this once. I didn't care if it was Desiree or some tramp walking the streets or some mother bringing dinner home to her children. I wanted to shove my prick up any pussy while holding the bitch under me. Gone was the urge to "screw and cum". Say hello to the urge to pummel a cunt for all it's worth just to feel it wrapped around my meat. As these thoughts sauntered through my head, I didn't notice when Desiree stopped struggling and started looking at me again. Now the look on her face was changed: Desiree looked like she was almost relieved, but not quite. I didn't give a fuck about figuring that out since I was sated in a new way and loving it. I tried to get off her, pulling back my hips to let my still-ridged cock slip from her fucked hole but Desiree surprised me more than ever before. This time she wrapped her legs around my ass, pushing her heels into my hips, pinning me on her, inside her. Then she did the unspeakable: she milked my cock with the muscles of her pussy's walls. She did it deliberately, firmly. "Desiree, what the fuck are you doing?" I almost laughed at her. "Please don't". OK, this was just too fuckin weird for words... "Please." I slowly shook my head and smiled at her beseeching expression. "I need... more." My jaw almost fell off my face. I had raped this girl in the middle of the night, in her own bed, after breaking into her home for petty theft. I had fucked the shit out of her (as I'd promised to do!) and she was beggin' me for more! "Are you fuckin crazy?" I started. "Pleeessseeee! I... didn't... make it... yet." She said this with all the conviction of a child asking for a favour for the first time. And the girl I had raped as hard as I possibly could finally cracked open my heart. I didn't know what I could possibly do for her. There wasn't more rape in me and I wasn't even thinking about roughing her up, not even for her own pleasure! She solved the conundrum without words. Desiree relaxed her arched body and went totally limp under me. I was far too tired to suspect a trick although this is exactly what I should have expected. I just let go of her hands and she released my hips, allowing me to slip from inside her. She smiled ever so slightly and pushed on my chest while sitting up. I let her and we sat face-to-face on the sweat-drenched bedding. Then Desiree moved, slowly, to her knees and guided me onto my back where I had raped her. Moving over me, she pinned my hands in exactly the same manner I had pinned hers. And, with her free hand, she reached between our legs and guided her still soaked pussy over my still rock-hard cock. As we came together and I felt her now familiar lips, Desiree looked up from the imminent penetration, removed her hand, and slapped my face so hard it rattled my teeth while dropping her entire weight onto my lower body, slamming my cock into herself harder than I had slammed it into her. The return of the "shocked gasp" followed quickly by rage morphing into fury. I hissed "You fucking CUNT!" at Desiree and used my superior masculine strength to break free of her grip on my hands only to scream like a child when it tore at my hair. Her fingers had gripped both my wrists and my medium length hair just as I had gripped hers but she hadn't been stupid enough to try to pull away! The pain brought tears to my eyes and I was still trying to recover when I heard Desiree whisper, "Now, fuck YOU, you worthless piece of shit! With that, Desiree rode me like a bull in a rodeo. And that was exactly what it was like! She bounced up and down on my cock with all her weight, ramming it home again and again - all the while, slapping, punching, scratching, pinching and spitting on me. She raped me with the fury I had raped her but her passion for violence exceeded anything I could have dreamed up in my worst nightmares. I bruised within seconds and wasn't even able to buck her off after she pummeled my guts hard enough to knock the wind out of me. Surprise, surprise: Desiree fucked me/herself to the point where I was feeling her moisture increase dramatically. In fact, I was seriously drenched from her even as I realized that my elusive orgasm was upon me. I don't know who screamed or who didn't but I came so hard I almost passed out while she came hard enough to almost simulate convulsions. Wave after wave of spasms coursed through us both: as one would subside, the other's who peak bringing the first back to the fore. For longer than I was conscious of, we came and came, flooding each other with all the sex with could pump from our bodies. Desiree fell forward and lay upon my chest, breathing hard and fast, head beside mine. In my weakened state, I couldn't even lift an arm, much less her luscious body off me. We lay like that until we both fell asleep. It was still dark when I awoke, Desiree still asleep but now beside me. I looked at her that way for a long while, thinking about what I had done to her and what she had done to me. I moved her gently to a spot with relatively less wetness under her, leaving her legs spread enough for me to get a long, loving look at the first pussy I had raped in my life - the first girl who dared dream of raping me. Gathering my clothes, I looked around the room a bit more and saw what I was looking for. After I dressed, I went to her open window to look at the place where I had first gazed upon Desiree's room. And smiling, I let the note tucked into the window's sash: "Sleep with this window open from now on, Desiree".
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